Imperial Horse Administration.
The weather had turned cooler, fallen leaves whirled through the air, and the broad inner-court avenue stretched straight ahead.
Not the faintest trace of stable stink lingered in the air. On both sides, one horse enclosure after another stood clustered together. Rows upon rows of fine horses lowered their heads to feed—some ate grass, some ate meat, and some even gnawed on stones.
There were Qing Province Valiant Blood Steeds standing a full zhang and a half tall, as well as long-haired ponies half a man's height, their coats sleek and glossy, raised exceptionally well.
"Can that horse be ridden?" Liang Qu pointed at a little pony.
"Replying to Earl Xingyi." The Groom Official bowed. "This horse is called an Oil Mane Horse. It was tribute from a small state beyond the frontier over ten years ago. Its strength is lacking; it can carry a child without issue, but even a somewhat sturdier adult is too much for it. That said, its coat grows beautifully—smooth and supple.
"It serves two purposes. First, as a pet to accompany people at play; second, its hair is collected in summer to make textiles. Every horse is registered, so I cannot make the decision myself. However, a batch of textiles was produced this year. If you like, now that the weather is turning cold, this humble official can send you a horsehair blanket?"
"Then I shall not refuse."
"You are too courteous, my lord." The Groom Official gestured ahead. "This way, please. Lord Red Mountain is eating."
Snort.
Inside a private stall, Red Mountain gave a great, resounding snort and knocked on the empty iron basin. The attendant beside him hurriedly shook open a sack and poured more feed inside.
Whoosh! The doors were pushed open, and the light widened from